Immortal Women, Eternal Love

The Horniest Angel-4

This was different than anything she had ever experienced. Lovemaking among the angels was slow and sweet and patient, sometimes lasting for hours. But for all that, it was somehow shallow, riven of meaning. This was deeper, darker, richer, with an undertone of hunger she had never before felt with any of the dozens of lovers she had taken.

That is the difference, Doriel realized, with a sudden understanding. They are hungry. Hungry for life, hungry for pleasure, hungry to give their short existence meaning, before the curtain falls on the tragic play of their lives. We angels, who fear neither sickness, nor old age, nor death, do not have that drive within us. Althea does. And if a succubus who has lived for millenia has that hunger, how much greater the appetite of full-blooded humans, who only have three or four-score years before they go to that which waits beyond, without even the certainty of heaven to comfort them?

She found she was kneading her breasts through her dress, as if Althea's hunger had woken an answer, long-denied, in her own body. Althea had reached the place where her legs came together, her teasing lips circling her womanly mound, but never quite reaching it. Her hands stroked her legs, her sides, her flanks, then reached up and pulled down the straps of her dress without even looking. As the air of the bookstore struck her exposed breasts, she gasped, and tried to cover them with her hands. A pair of gentle hands circled her wrists, and she looked down into Althea's face.

“No one will see you. Only me.” The voice was gentle. A finger ran up her lips, and her legs turned to water, opening helplessly. “But you can't deny this excites you, can you? The shame of it, exposed to view if my spell should falter? An angel of God Himself, lewd and wanton as a common strumpet, being eaten by a succubus in broad daylight.”

She swallowed, and allowed her hands to fall away. Her n*****s were stiff; tight, aching buds on her chest. Althea's hands caressed the curves of her twin mounds, then tweaked her n*****s. Her hips hitched forward in mindless reflex, driven by a bolt of sheer pleasure. “Please,” she whispered.

“Please, what?” The finger, bolder now, entered her, slowly stroking her inner walls. She bit back a whimper of carnal delight. Her arousal was like nothing she had ever before experienced. She felt sinfully exposed, wonderfully violated. Her labia unfurled, and thick liquid slowly seeped from her channel, coating her inner lips.

“I need...I need...”

“You need to come, don't you?” A delicate tongue lapped up her nectar, murmuring in pleasure. She gasped as the tongue darted daringly low, close to her anus, then away. “Oh, you taste wonderful, little Doriel. So sweet. But you need to come. Not c****x, not have an o****m. To come.

“And what have we here?” she continued in tone of perky curiosity. “Why, it looks like your little clitty has come out to play. Should I kiss it?” She matched action to words, placing a chaste kiss on her throbbing pearl. It was all Doriel could do to keep herself from grinding her groin into the succubus' face. “Or perhaps,” the voice grew deeper, “you want something more.

“Lean back,” she said, and her voice was suddenly commanding. Doriel looked down, and was surprised to see her eyes glowing a molten greenish-gold. “Legs up.” A pair of strong hands caught the backs of her knees, forcing her legs high and wide, shamelessly exposing her glistening, swollen mound for anyone who had eyes to see. “Now,” she growled, “I'm going to eat that pretty little p***y of yours.”

“What about you?” she asked, then halted, stammering, surprised at her audacity. This woman might be less powerful than her, but in the s****l arena it was clear who was in charge.

Althea shrugged, making her breasts bounce fetchingly. Her n*****s were bronze-colored and very large, sitting atop large, firm breasts that tilted upwards at the tips. A shimmy of her hips made her dress fall to the floor. “A succubus' nectar has aphrodisiacal properties. And it can be somewhat addictive. You are a pleasant bedmate, Doriel. But I doubt God wants you to join our happy little group marriage. So I will have to please myself.”

Doriel's eyes widened as she looked at Althea's groin. A spade-shaped object, about the size of the palm of her hand, appeared from someplace out of sight. It waved at her cheerfully, then began to stroke Althea's labia. As it did, the succubus groaned and shuddered, her entire body rippling with pleasure. “Is that-”

“Yes. It's my tail. Very useful. Especially when one needs the use of one's hands. Ready?” she asked.

“Yes.” Her mind was a whirlwind. She no longer cared about her mission. Or for Althea's children, looking on solemnly. Or for her own simmering discontent with her life. Her entire existence seemed to narrow to the fire in her loins, and her raging need to satiate it.

Althea's head bent down, and her world exploded. The feeling was indescribable, her tongue stabbing deep within her core, joined by her skillful fingers, caressing her inner walls. Each stroke made the fire of her desire burn higher, until her eyes had pinched closed and she was rolling her hips up to meet Althea's every movement. Her hands squeezed her heaving breasts, rolling her n*****s in a frenzy of joyful sensation.

Lust, a small, calm voice deep within her whispered. This is what lust feels like.

Althea's head moved slightly. Her tongue exited Doriel's dripping core, though her fingers still moved in and out of her. God, the angel thought dazedly. A c**k would be nice right now. Much better than those fingers. The succubus drifted higher, her mouth descending on the turgid bud of her c******s, her tongue sweeping over the nubbin of engorged flesh in a kiss so sweet, so pure, that Doriel's mouth opened in rapture.

She was right. This isn't a c****x. I'm coming!

She howled her happiness to the heavens, her voice raised in a paean of praise and joy, even as her body shook under the loving ministrations of Althea's mouth. It went on and on, her body shuddering in fulfillment, until she thought she would collapse under the weight of her pleasure.

When it ceased, the succubus gave her a last lingering kiss, her tongue sweeping up the remnants of her body's moisture, making her shiver in remembered ecstasy. Her eyes, when they met Doriel's, were awestruck. “I didn't know that angels sang when they came.”

“I what?”

“You sang.” Her lips quirked. “Nearly broke through my concealment spell, too. If you ever get bored in heaven, little angel, I think you could get a decent job in the opera.” With quick, efficient movements, she pulled down the hem of her dress and handed Doriel her panties. Standing, she smoothed her own garments, and in just a few seconds appeared as an attractive young mother, not the ravishing s*x-goddess she truly was. Doriel followed more slowly, relishing the sweet ache in her center, the aftermath of the greatest pleasure she had ever known.

How am I supposed to go back to angels, after I have had a succubus?

“Will I see you again?” she asked, suddenly shy.

“I doubt it,” Althea answered. Her lips twisted in a wry grin. “I don't get up to heaven that often. And I doubt you'll be sent back here anytime soon.” She paused. “Who sent you down here, anyway?”

“Michael,” she answered absently, smoothing the front of her dress.

“Michael? As in Archangel Michael?”

She nodded.

Althea frowned. What was an archangel doing involved with her and her children? Or was Doriel the real point of interest? She gave an internal shrug. She had told the truth to the angel. If her superiors in heaven had a problem, they could try to do something about it. But she doubted they would. The succubi and incubi were too few for heaven to start punishing them for following their natures. Since God didn't seem inclined to protect Earth from demons and their unholy children, it was still the task of her and her kin. And perhaps her children, in years to come.

She let loose the bubble of protection which had surrounded them, and the sounds of the bookstore swept back in. She glanced down at her children, who looked back up at her with cheerful smiles creasing their round faces. “I have to go.” She gathered Doriel in an embrace, quick and strong. “If you are ever back on Earth and need someone to talk to, give me a call.” She handed her a card from her purse.

“I will,” Doriel replied, putting it in her pocket. “I had...” she looked at her feet. “I had a very nice time. Thank you.”

“No. Thank you,” Althea said. She raised her hand and brushed the young woman's cheek. “Be well.”

*****

Althea returned home in the early evening to find that her wife was already there. “Hello,” she called, as she entered the house, laden down with diaper bags, toy bags, a plastic bag filled with books, and, incidentally, a stroller containing two dozing children. The olive-skinned doctor was still wearing a set of surgical scrubs, and looked exhausted, though her face lit at her entrance. “What did you do today?”

“Well, Josh was busy in his studio,” she replied, kicking off her sandals with a relived sigh. “And Rachel was advising that downstate firm on that lawsuit they're bringing to court next month. So I took the kids out shopping for a while.” She lifted the shopping bag as evidence.

“Find anything good?”

“Maybe.” She sat down beside her wife, pulling her in for a long, leisurely kiss. Yasna returned it with practiced skill, making her moan excitedly.

Quite a long way from the woman I met two years ago, who was so afraid of her own sexuality she had all but given up on it, she thought smugly.

A hand rose to cup her breast, skilled surgeon's fingers tracing her n****e lightly. “Althea Carpenter,” Yasna said when they broke for breath, her own face flushed. Her voice was full of mock-severity. “What have you been eating?” Her eyes twinkled merrily as she licked her lips suggestively. “Or perhaps I should ask, who have you been eating?”

“Hmmm.” She pulled Yasna into her lap, her fingers unbuttoning her top. As her warm brown breasts spilled into her hands, she gave a contented sigh, nuzzling her chest. “It's kind of a long story.”

“Well, the babies are asleep. Oh, right there,” she sighed, as Althea licked her n****e. “And we have an hour before we have to start on supper for Rachel and Josh. Why don't we put these two down for a nap, and then you can take me to bed and tell me all about it?”

“You,” Althea said, “are utterly decadent.”

“I know. Isn't it wonderful?”

*****

“Doriel. Welcome back.”

“Thank you, sir.” She tried to still the trembling in her legs. Her stomach churned and heaved, and she, who had never known a single day of illness across a life of over ten thousand years, was suddenly terrified that she would vomit in front of Archangel Michael himself.

Guilt. Shame. Fear. It's no more than you deserve. You had s*x with a succubus! And you enjoyed it!

She couldn't even blame Althea, she thought bitterly. The succubus had given her a chance to back out. She spoke truly. What she had experienced at Althea's hands was something she desired. There was not the slightest tinge of r**e about it. As great as her s****l allure was, Doriel could have pulled loose if she wanted.

The problem, she reflected, was that she hadn't wanted.

“So.” Michael leaned forward in his chair. His eyes were alight with interest, his fingers steepled together. “What can you tell me about Althea Carpenter and her children?”